MARKET DAY
MARKET DAY
It`s market day today
Fresh eggs, chickens , bales of hay
Make their way to market stalls
Raised on cobbled stony floors
Ma Blunket at her bric a brac stall
And soon her voice begins to roar
come buy my fine and dainty wares
Iv`e Albert Royal and Worcestershire
The meat stands run by butcher Jack
with shorn off gloves and filfhy mac
He sells all things from beef to lamb
Pigs trotters , giblets, different hams
And then there`s Mrs Ida Lee
who makes scones and pots of tea
Victoria sponges plumped with jam
Lemon tarts and cream meringues
Madame Rosa`s fortune stall
Has rabbits feet and crystal balls
with silken scarves draped round her head
she tells of future joys and dread
Lady Lucy of the night
sells mauve and scarlet ribbons bright
silk bloomers, corsets, garter belts
Lace petticoats and gloves of felt
Lu`s father has a silver stand
Rugged chap with thrifty hands
Iv`e seen that snuff box once before
on Lady Hamilton`s chest of drawers !
Then Shirley has a flower stall
clothed in rags and thread bare shawl
shivering in the cold of day
she tries to sell her sweet bouquets
pansies, violets, Lilacs blue
Roses , Daisies, Lillies too
Sir buy some flowers for your girl
Give half a crown to poor old Shirl
whilst on this morning , dressed in white
Fair maidens dance in pure delight
To music played with flute and drum
Performed By Willand Seth his son
They twirl around a May pole tall
Sip and dance quite enthralled
And paint a rainbow way up high
with coloured streamers in the sky
And while this joy is carrying on
Skilled pick pockets are having fun
They steal a watch a pocket knife
A trinket,tart or apple ripe
Stall holders seeing what they`ve done
Take up the chase as off they run
Intent to catch those little thieves
with shoeless feet and blackened knees
Apart from little crafty ones
There´s other troubles going on
A sows escaped from Jethros stand
And eaten Ida`s cream meringues
And while big Jethro`s in persuit
His finest rooster takes to route
He`s landed on Ma Blunkets`stall
And knocked six teapots to the floor
Then Madame Rosas`cat creeps in
Amongst this awful raucus din
Kit grabs the rooster from behind
spitting feathers as she dines
Mas' Great Dane Sven then frees his lead
And joins the riotus stampede
He runs with utmost haste to Jacks`
stealing sausages from the racks
Then on his way back home to Ma
He grabs a pair of silk bloomers
Trampling over Shirleys`stock
Squashing Pinks and Holly- Hocks
Lucies`Pa then starts a brawl
Chock full of gin he trips and falls
And lands on Idas `prime sponge cake
and several ginger buns she`s baked
But life here has to carry on
It`s rough hard toil and not all fun
These people have to live and eat
Children to clothe and ends to meet
As sunset falls upon this stage
The stall keepers calm down their rage
It`s surely time to make amends
Aong such true and honest friends
They pack their treasures safe away
Until next Mondays`market day
And load their wares on horse and carts
Wave last goodbyes and then depart
